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  • I worked as an associate for a public accounting firm that does not ever advertise itself, because we specialized serving ultra wealthy individuals and you could only engage us if you knew of us through such circles.

    One day, our office got a call from the personal assistant to someone very wealthy who is known for abusing ketamine, asking for an engagement on a very unusual and complex tax situation. A call was set up to discuss the scope of the engagement, because the partners have always been very particular about what clients they will take on, because really wealthy individuals are often very unpleasant, stressful, & frustrating to work with.

    Apparently during the call the assistant was patronizing, like we should feel flattered that we were chosen by m’lord, and demanded non-negotiable terms that we would conduct our work exactly as told with no questions asked. They had even sent their own engagement letter for us to sign with them ahead of the call, and it was completely absurd.

    The partners patiently explained that is not possible, as that is not how this type of professional relationship works, and declined the engagement.

    The assistant was losing their mind, shocked we would turn such an opportunity down. They offered even more money and even some compromise, but the way they initiated the interaction set the tone to expect throughout the professional relationship.

    I was very impressed by the partners in the sense that I knew they were incredibly greedy people, but they are so fucking intelligent and had such a great instinct to avoid clients that were going to end up costing way more money than they brought in, because us associates would absolutely refuse to deal with bullshit because it was already a super stressful job, and we were way too talented and incredibly expensive to replace if we walked off.

    The self restraint must have been legendary, and exactly the right call, because all the professionals that do end up accepting end up getting embroiled in costly lawsuits and getting thrown under the bus.

    Anyway, I hated that job and I wish I that quit sooner than I did. I got such bad burnout, I developed PTSD and now I prefer just living like a hobo rather than go back out there.

    PS: Fuck capitalism and fuck Amazon. I refuse to buy anything from them ever again. Cancelled my credit card and told them to go fuck themselves. Fascists.



  • Emotionally immature people are more often highly insecure and will blame others instead of introspecting and examining their own attitudes and actions.

    They are very unhappy because they expect others to make them happy and they get angry when they fail to receive validation, since they do not how to do that for themselves.


  • It took me two years to pick up five quarters that I dropped on the driver’s side of my car when I got my change back at a coffee place.

    For two whole fucking years, the noise, sight, and presence of those dropped coins irritated me and stole my peace of mind.

    It took me only a few seconds to pick up those coins when I finally decided to. I don’t know why I didn’t pick them up before.

    ADHD is a horrible disease and it makes life hard for me and for those around me.






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    11 days ago

    I’m in my 30s, and in my opinion, it is rare to reach this age without having experienced something traumatic best discussed with a therapist.

    My ex rejected therapy and it was a huge pain in the ass to be used as his personal therapist, so I made sure I wouldn’t go through that again by only dating those who appreciated the value of therapy.

    Therapy is expensive, but it’s also sometimes freely available in college or through Employee Assistance Programs (EAP).



  • When I made a Hinge profile, I stated I was not interested in any men that were not progressives, nor would I be wasting my time on any men that had never gone to therapy.

    I got SO many messages from the ugliest, fattest, and most misogynistic motherfuckers just shitting on my completely reasonable request. Many of them also would mention how much money they had, completely ignorant of the fact my base salary was significantly larger than their own.

    It really saved me a lot of leg work narrowing down on quality men to talk to, and today I’m happily together with a man that goes to therapy, cries at sad movies, and whom I spoil with my paycheck.